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Low Water · 枯水

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Hang Zhang
The shorelines are just a bunch of illusions Only the wind seals away And I stay
Turning back towards where the lights were coming from I'm feeling unrest about what we've been doing Build up the civilization Cry for the uncertainties Destroy each other with greetings and hugs Jumping from one roof to another The flashing beacon shuts out loudly
That we need no bird here when summer is gone